Post by alan smith on Sept 8, 2013 13:31:49 GMT -5
An alley sits in a quieter part of town. While it doesn’t see much activity, the place is by no means derelict or desolate. Some stores line the area – none of them sell anything particularly special, but they get enough customers to survive. And, strangely enough, while the alley has seen its fair share of bad habits, not much in the way of undesirable events had actually happened in said alley. Even at night, when the warm glow of a particular bar’s lights lit up part of the floor, and the faint sound of smooth jazz could be heard beyond the thick wooden door.
And beyond said door, was the interior of the Red Velvet bar. Run by a freelance Shinigami, more accustomed to bottles rather than battles, the place was somewhere the more laid-back could go. It wasn’t a big establishment, and it certainly wasn’t as pretty as some other bars. But, what it did have was a cast of friendly regulars of many a race and creed, and a mild-mannered master of mixing. Little was actually known about the man who served the unearthly drinks with unknown ingredients, but as any consistent patron would tell you, once you talk to him about something, he won’t forget it. And, for those down on their luck and just in need of something to comfort them, that was exactly what was needed.
As Alan cleaned a glass, chatting idly with an Arrancar sipping from a glass of some indeterminate liquid, he heard the door open, and the bell chime. Smiling warmly at the new arrival, he nodded towards them, and invited them to take a seat.
And beyond said door, was the interior of the Red Velvet bar. Run by a freelance Shinigami, more accustomed to bottles rather than battles, the place was somewhere the more laid-back could go. It wasn’t a big establishment, and it certainly wasn’t as pretty as some other bars. But, what it did have was a cast of friendly regulars of many a race and creed, and a mild-mannered master of mixing. Little was actually known about the man who served the unearthly drinks with unknown ingredients, but as any consistent patron would tell you, once you talk to him about something, he won’t forget it. And, for those down on their luck and just in need of something to comfort them, that was exactly what was needed.
As Alan cleaned a glass, chatting idly with an Arrancar sipping from a glass of some indeterminate liquid, he heard the door open, and the bell chime. Smiling warmly at the new arrival, he nodded towards them, and invited them to take a seat.